Zakizel

Having grown up on the streets of a small village hidden away in a kingdom far by the coast of the sea. He had been a child of a farmer, and his mother was an unknown being. Many in the village deemed her as a witch, trying to start rumors after he had been born with the strange markings upon his hands. It wasn't until he became a teen did the village do anything about the rumors.


One day after helping his father bring in the harvest to sell during the market hours did he hear his mother's cry. His father had went first to see the commotion. Having followed he witnessed as the townfolk led his mother up onto a stage, tying her to a wooden stake while his father was held back. They all had called her a witch yelling at the top of thier lungs.


Zakizel had tried to push his way up, had tried to reach out for his mother and father....but he froze. One of the men who had been holding his father sliced his head off...his crime? Bedding a witch, as his father's head rolled off the stage to his feet he felt his blood turn cold. He wanted to reach down to pick the head up but the smell of burning wood filled the air, his gaze met his mother's. As she smiled to him she had mouthed the words 'I love you.' He had watched as she was engulfed in flamed...her skin melted slow it made his gut wretch. Forcing himself to look away..


Hours later as the embers cooled he was there kneeling holding his father's head. His mother's bones remained on the stage a message to those who tried to practice witchcraft.


That night as the town slept, the boy had taken his revenge smashing in the skulls of those who had ruined his happy family, leaving thier bodies out for all to see.. gathering what he could he left that world behind....and never looked back.



Aged up to todsy he had joined a circus of sorts, place fo freaks like him. They were his family now, of course since his younger years he had more blood on his hands, mostly from protecting the younger ones from drunken adults.


He was like a reaper collecting the souls of those he punished.


Was he a hero? No

A villain? Maybe

But he did what he needed to survive/protect.

And nothing will stop him..